#aye

[Wheel] rocks. The best part is where John Mayer says how our connections are permanent, how if you drift apart from someone there's always a chance you can be a part of their life again. How everything comes back around again. I have a theoru that the answers to all og life's major questions can be found in a John Mayer song. ↗

— Susane Colasanti

#life #songs #life

Sometimes when we say "God is silent," what's really going on is that he hasn't told the story the way we wanted it told. He will be silent when we want him to fill in the blanks of the story we are creating. But with his own stories, the ones we live in, he is seldom silent. ↗

— Paul E. Miller

#prayer #story #life

If prayer stands as the place where God and human beings meet, then I must learn about prayer. Most of my struggles in the Christian life circle around the same two themes: why God doesn't act the way we want God to, and why I don't act the way God wants me to. Prayer is the precise point where those themes converge. ↗

— Philip Yancey

#life

It is of great importance, when we begin to practise prayer, not to let ourselves be frightened by our own thoughts. ↗

— Teresa of Ávila

#meditation #mind #prayer #life

Prayer is a moment of incarnation - God with us. God involved in the details of my life. ↗

— Paul E. Miller

#prayer #life

I knelt a mortal; I rose an immortal. ↗

— Yann Martel

#elevation-after-prayers #life-of-pi #praying #salah #life

The great tragedy of life is not unanswered prayer but unoffered prayer. ↗

— KB Meyer

#prayer #life

Let truth be told - women do as a rule live through such humiliations, and regain their spirits, and again look about them with an interested eye. While there's life there's hope is a connviction not so entirely unknown to the "betrayed" as some amiable theorists would have us believe. ↗

— Thomas Hardy

#durbyfield #hope #life #tess-of-the-d-urbervilles #thomas-hardy

If heathen prayers were indeed the best of all, then mine should count big time. ↗

— Will Schwalbe

#life

Now you are walking in Paris all alone in the crowd As herds of bellowing buses drive by Love's anguish tightens your throat As if you were never to be loved again If you lived in the old days you would enter a monastery You are ashamed when you discover yourself reciting a prayer You make fun of yourself and like the fire of Hell your laughter crackles The sparks of your laugh gild the depths of your life It's a painting hanging in a dark museum And sometimes you go and look at it close up ↗

— Guillaume Apollinaire

#city #crowd #laughing #laughter #love